Kal's POV

Earlier, she had sent one of the secretaries to bring me to her office. I have an idea that the lady recognizes me, but I pay her no attention as she stutters while talking to me. I give her a curt smile once we get to the door leading into the CEO's office. As soon as she's out of sight, I knock twice on the mahogany door.

"Come in," a familiar voice, muffled, calls back.

Twisting the knob, I push the door open and look around her office while walking in.

Hmm. Impressive.

The whole situation is quite awkward. Seeing Jemmah this way — all dressed up and looking like a boss lady is truly a weird sight.

No, I am in no way intimidated by her riches. Heck, I have lots of that. It's nothing to me. Her newfound fame doesn't move me in any way. Instead, I am only trying to get over the shock of finding out that she's the CEO of BSL.

Jemmah is seated behind a wide glass desk, and her eyes are trained on me. Her beautiful hazel orbs never cease to mesmerize me. This time, her eyes look green under the lights pouring down from the ceiling of her office.

"Karanos," She says, sighs, and leans back against her seat.

I chuckle, and she doesn't miss it as she frowns. Before she can ask a question, I give her a reply. "It's just that seeing you dressed this way is funny."

Her frown deepens. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

I shrug, pulling out a chair from under her desk. She's watching me from beneath her lashes, and I swear, it has to be the most beautiful thing I've seen all evening. Apart from her as a whole, though.

"Since we met, your dress sense has always screamed, "Bitch don't kill my vibe, I do what I please," and seeing you dressed like a woman that wants to become president of America is very strange. I'll get used to it, though."

She rolls her eyes and huffs. "So, why did you ask to see me?"

"I figured you'd be the type to always leave after everyone, even when you're the boss. So here I came to apologize."

The expression on her face has me wondering. Why does she look shocked?

Blinking, she bursts into a peal of surprised laughter. "You've got to be kidding me, Kal. You're apologizing?"

I do not give her a reply. Instead, I stare out of the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her, out-looking the soon-to-be nightlife of Italy.

"Yes, I am apologizing," I say with a lopsided grin. "I shouldn't have said what I said about your company or anybody. Rejection must happen at one point in our life, but I couldn't handle it. I reacted badly and spoke ill of BSL. This is why I want you to forgive me."

I notice that her eyes are closed. Even in the faint glow, I can see her as clearly as crystals. She's so angelic despite her dark skin.

Jemmah sighs, offers no reply, and stands to her feet. She pulls off her jacket and rests it on her seat before walking to the window, and I watch how her hips move from right to left.

Damn.

Anything looks good on her. The clothes she's cladded in hug every one of her curves perfectly. I can't control myself around her, and seeing her dressed so corporately and still looking breathtaking has my groin tightening. Without thinking, I am on my feet and walking toward where she's standing.

Down below, the view from the window presents a pictorial outlook of the company's beautiful parking lot, surrounded by some neatly trimmed flowers and fancy cars. Some cars are pulling out of the parking lot, and with each passing moment, there's one less car in the parking lot.

My eyes fall on Jemmah, who still has her eyes fixed on the scene unfolding outside the window. I cup my arm around her waist, and she turns and smiles at me. We stared deeply into each other's eyes, and I took that as my cue to lean in and kiss her, but she curved me.

"Oh no, Karanos, now is not the time, and this is definitely not the place," Jemmah says.

I scratch the back of my head with my free hand and say, "Why can't we have sex here? You are the fucking CEO."

"I know, Kal, but office sex isn't exactly my thing," she replies.

"Yeah, I know. I know. It's all good."

I let my hand drop, patiently waiting for another word from her.

"Well, I guess we could go over to my place if you are up for that."

"I'm totally up for that," I reply. "That's a great suggestion, by the way!"

Jemmah snorts. "Well then, my assistant will take care of the rest of the biz for the day."

"Hmm, mhm, one of the perks of being a CEO," I tease her, and she shoots me a warning glance which makes me wonder why she reacts badly to being called CEO.

She makes a call to her assistant and dishes some instructions. It's still weird seeing Bells, the belly dancer, so official looking. We exit the office, ride the elevator, and walk to the parking lot. We will go in my car because she has already told her assistant to ask her driver to bring hers home later.

Jemmah's home is the apex of luxury definition. She gives me a quick tour, excited to show me everywhere. The compound is spacious, and there are various kinds of flowers planted in beautiful pots spaced around the edges. Oh great, she even has a water fountain, and I bet the swimming pool is just around the corner, and indeed there it is. Her place is far more beautiful than mine, and I am impressed by the work she has put into getting the house to look the way it does. However, I didn't tell her that I was impressed.

We move into the house, she puts on the lights, and I smile at the beautiful living room. Everything was up-to-date, from the latest leathery red sofas to the TV and the artificial fireplace next to a glass aquarium.

"Nice, you have great taste," I say, drawing closer to the aquarium, and she smiles.

"Thanks, Kal," she replies softly.

"Can we skip the rest of the tour and take me to your bedroom?" I say, eager to pick up where I left off.

"Alright, Kal, the bedroom is right this way."

"Okay," I reply, following her.

She stops at the entrance, and her fingers rest lightly on the security keypad attached to the door. "Normally, I would ask you to prepare yourself, but there's no point since you're already a kinkster like me."

"Kinkster? That's new," I reply, chuckling lightly.

The door opens automatically, and as we walk in, the lights also turn on automatically. Everything is revealed at once. I am flustered by what I see. I'm staring at an actual sex dungeon. Everything in the room is either black or red or a mixture of both colors.

I spot the fluffy bed with a sophisticated handcuff bedpost that makes me want to be restrained immediately. There is a sex swing attached to the ceiling, and I don't know which of us will rock it first, but we are sure going to rock that sex swing. Oh, and there is the punishment chair beside a table filled with tools that scream torture pleasure.

I rub my hands together and say, "Wow, these tools look mesmerizing, but I'm not certain I can use most of them."

"Yeah, I almost forgot that you are a beginner kinkster," Jemmah says, laughing and shrugging innocently.

"Well, it's good I have you then because I'm fairly certain, my dear, that you will put me out of my ignorance,"

"Are you sure you really want to become a master in the kinky arts? There's no going back once you fall in love with kinky sex."

"I can't think of any reason to want to go back," I admit genuinely. "Normal sex is boring."

"Obviously," she says, picking up an item from the cluster, and my heart skips a beat. "This is a spreader bar with four bondage points attached instead of the usual two- opening up for more bondage possibilities. Not only does it spread the limbs apart, though, but the bar also stays between the limbs- which means that the limbs can't be closed once the spreader bar is inserted."

"I get the drift," I say, pointing to another set of items, "And what are those?"

Jemmah's eyes trace my outstretched finger, her gaze landing correctly on the items in question. "Those are clamps for nipples, genitals, and other body parts."

"Are any of those genital clamps for men?"

"Yes, of course, this one is a penis clamp."

I find it scary and exhilarating as she samples the penis clamp in my face.

"Okay, let's get practical," I declare as I edge closer to her.

"Right, enough talk then," she says, reaching for my dick that's already hard. "Computer, play my sex playlist."